Travel’s greatest gift

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A short one today.

Yesterday after a morning spent working, I walked into a hot yoga studio. Except it wasn’t, it was our hotel room, with five people in it, radiating heat under a lethargic slow-spinning fan. The kids were lounging around, fiddling with Lego and watching something about Grandma shark on YouTube (what’s with that?!)

I started tidying the room for the seventieth time that day, when I saw Eira looking at me. She asked me for a sandwich and some biscuits. I took down the loaf of bread from its strategically hung location on the curtain pole (ants climb better than Bear Grylls on speed) and made her a couple of chocolate spread sandwiches and a biscuit, (because in this family we are all organic wholesome mermaids who only eat tropical rainbow fruits and drink happy unicorn tears, except for yesterday).

She said thank you, took the plate with her food balancing on it, walked over to the bin in the corner of our room and carefully emptied the whole plate into the bin.

I enquired as to what the actual stars and stripes she was doing, and she replied, “I thought we could start putting nice food in the bin, for those people who live on the rubbish dump.”

Some days, quite a lot of days actually, full time travel with kids is really hard. But everything worthwhile is, and it is moments like this just break my heart into a thousand pieces and then stick it back together with molten gold.